halfbloodhill | [IRIS MESSAGE: Saturday, May 25th]

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[IRIS MESSAGE: Saturday, May 25th]

[Naomi's standing in front of her weed-covered cabin desperately hoping she sent out an Irish Message properly. Fiddling with the hem of her orange camp shirt she looks over her shoulder at the cabin before looking into the rainbow. She's doing her best to stay strong, but it's clear she's frazzled with tears just waiting to fall. Anna's gone on a quest (which admittedly sounds like an awful lot of fun), and none of the other Demeter kids have arrived, so it's up to Naomi to fix this mess.]

U-Um. I donno what happened but my cabins covered in weeds a-and I know that's not something that's s'pose to happen...

[She bites her lip.]

I know everybody's got their own problems going on but... Um, help? I-I'll pay you back! Promise!

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[She very well might. As in she definitely will.

Naomi wrinkles her nose at his cursing, remembering all the times Mom had threatened to wash her or her brothers mouths out with soap. She even carried out on the threat once when Kou had said the f-word.

Rubbing her eyes she nods, giving Dave a bit of a timid smile.]

'm not gonna cry...

[Okay she was going to try not too cry.]

Hedge clippers might help if you have any! I'll be outside my cabin.

[Good, don't cry, because.. how does he even deal with crying girls, why does that have to be a thing.

When he comes jogging up to her, he has a pair of hedge trimmers dangling carelessly from one hand, don't ask where he got them, and he falters to a stop, looking up at the cabin with both eyebrows raised high.]

... Damn. It looks like the Eden Project went Jumanji and threw up on this thing. Who did you annoy?

[Her eyes widen when she sees him jogging over with the hedge trimmers in one hand.]

Be careful! You're not s'pose to run with scissors!

[It's a rule that has been drilled into Naomi's head. When Dave speaks though she looks up at the cabin, biting her lip. Her voice may be a bit wobbly, and there's still the threat of tears.]

I think Athena... I didn't know I was s'pose to do something for her...

[He looks from her, to the hedge trimmers, then back.]

I didn't think those blunt, pink pre-school pathetic excuses for cuttin' utensils would do it or I would've brought those instead.

[He's just messing with her a bit, but when he hears that wobble in her voice he gives her a sidelong look, feeling just a hint of alarm.

Fuck. Don't cry.]

What can I say, she's a fickle bitch. Yo, we'll get this fixed up in no time.

[Her hands fly to her mouth on instinct, and a childish "oOooOoo" slips out. At least that's preemptively halted her tears.]

That's a really bad word! You shouldn't call someone that! Especially someone who could do this! What if she turns you into a newt or somethin'!?

Maybe she will. I could use a vacation.

[Don't tempt the Gods, Dave, what are you doing?]

Do you wanna get started on this or what? I've got all day but a boy's gotta eat.

You're so gonna get turned into a newt...

[She was very sure of this now.]

M-Mmhmm! Right! Thank you again for helping me.

[She ducks her head in thanks, before turning her attention back to her cabin. Well. Back to work.]

When I do, I'll come looking for you.

[And you can take that as a promise, Naomi.]

Sure. The noble knight riding to the aid of the damsel in distress, it is me. You got somethin' to work with?

[At least some gloves?]

[Huffing she turns around, retreating into the cabin and coming out with two pairs of gardening gloves - one pink, one purple. She's pretty sure they belong to Anna or someone else in the cabin, hopefully they won't mind.]

Can't I be a magician in distress or a squire or something?

[She holds the gloves out, letting Dave pick which color he'd like.]

I guess. Princess' prerogative.

[He ponders over the gloves before very deliberately picking the pink ones and pulling them on. Snapping at the air once with the hedge trimmers, he starts heading towards the building.]

Which one do you wanna be?

Prerogitive?

[The thirteen year old blinks, a bit confused. When he takes the pink gloves though she lights up, tugging the purple ones on and following after him.]

Duh, I wanna be a magician. But I guess I'm a magic-less magician 'cause if I had magic I could just abracadabra these weeds away!

[And she wiggles her fingers at the cabin for emphasis.]

[He smirks at her, starting off by chopping away a few of the weeds that are lower down. It's a pity that his time powers don't allow him to mess around with stuff like this.]

If you can't do magic, I think being a magician isn't the best choice for you.

[That makes her puff out her cheeks, kind of like a chipmunk. She let's go of the weed she was tugging at to face Dave, hands on her hips.]

Just 'cause I don't know how to do magic yet doesn't mean I can't be a magician! I mean, Harry Potter had to learn!

[He puts one hand up and chuckles.]

Whoa, shit, okay, Actual Magical Girl Naomi, it's you. Don't turn me into a frog.

[Or a newt.]

[She takes that into consideration, then strikes a dramatic pose - holding her hand above her head.]

Moon Prism Power... Make Up!

[And then she strikes another pose. Naomi manages to hold it for a minute before falling into a fit of giggles.]

[He sticks the hedge trimmers into the ground and leans back, lifting his hands up and squaring his thumbs and forefingers. Dave leans back, making camera sounds as Naomi poses.]

Don't stop now, I'm gettin' some beautiful shots.

[She tries to stifle her giggles as she strikes another pose. She manages, somehow, to suppress them long enough to get out.]

In the name of the moon, I will punish you!

[Except the giggles return towards the end, and Naomi is pressing her hands over her mouth to stifle the laughter.

Any crying she's going to do now is definitely going to be from laughing.]

Perfect. These'll be great for your portfolio.

[He makes a show of tucking the 'camera' back into his pocket, after turning it on himself and taking a selfie, then picks the hedge trimmers back up.]

I'll have 'em developed in about five days.

[She keeps giggling, even after the "camera" is put away.

Her sides are hurting by the time she composes herself. Wiping the eyes - thankfully from laughter - she returns her attention to the cabin with a sudden new determination.]

I look forward to seeing them!

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Watch us get a harry potter one day and I inadvertently broke the 4th wall

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Excuse me while I accidentally break a wall

What, another one?

Apparently I'm really good at breaking walls man

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